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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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You never fucking deserved my trust.
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“I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice”
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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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Dating someone who still respects you when they’re upset is VERY important.
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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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accepting that you’re objectively weird & owning it is infinitely better than being constantly desperate to appear normal to people who don’t even matter to you
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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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i’ve healed myself so many times
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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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i hate when girls feel dumb for trying to see the best in people and then end up hurt or disappointed like no!! it’s those people that were dumb for misleading you. they took advantage of your kindness and generosity, and they’ll rot for it 
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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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“In case you ever foolishly forget, I am never not thinking of you.”
— Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries
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- Clementine von Radics
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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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“I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice”
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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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“People go but how they leave always stays.”
— Rupi Kaur
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lesbi-reaal · 3 years
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But the thing I will never admit to anyone who's met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don't think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don't know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.
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